From the elements that made up the whole of Madam Leonora's little studio she created a new world of her own making. She alone ordained the genesis, ...volution, and the order of all things ballet - all with Leonora's smiling approval. After all, she had no reason to doubt the proven skills of her new dance mistress who dressed in a white denim Versace suit. Neither did the little corps de ballet, who happily paid homage with the adoration in their hearts. At Madam Leonora's, no one. I shuddered then apologised again.Ten minutes later Henry announced that he was finished and asked me to pose again. I assumed all 3 poses and heard lots of clicks. When the clicks stopped I stood and said,“Can I have a look at them please?”“Of course you can. Have a look at yourself in the mirror while I load them onto my PC.”The mirror is a big one in the main room and as I walked up to it my eyes focused on my slit. At first glance I couldn’t make out my slit but when I was right in front of. Now he opened two hooks of my blouse and my breast was oozing out of it. He started licking my visible cleavage with his tongue and his hands were still wounding my bleeding waist. I started moaning heavily like a starved now he pushed me on the bed and I fell like a slave without making a move. He crawled over me and rested his hands on my blouse with his fingertips touching the soft skin of my upper breast. I started moaning in pleasure and was releaved of my pain. Now he opened the remaining. It was a double bed but space never mattered to us then. All we wanted was each other at that very moment. Nothing else in this world mattered at that moment. I threw her on the bed and I just threw myself over her.We started to kiss again. I couldn’t contain my excitement. Just her mouth wasn’t enough anymore. I want to eat her, eat her raw just the way she was. I started licking, sucking and occasionally biting her face. She was moaning ahhh..ahhh..mmm.. yes.. and the whole time our hands.